We all have something to tell, something we're fighting back, something we believe in. Writing has become a way to get trough this crisis called live
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Una parte de mí murió. La desesperación y el dolor pueden más que la ira; pero también hay determinación y certeza, ha habido pérdida pero no hay lugares vacíos, solo fuerza y un nuevo sentimiento
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Tantas cosas que nos gustaría hacer, tantas cosas por aprender, tantas ganas de explorar... Y tan poco tiempo a nuestro alcance
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I'm living somewhere in between my comfort zone and the unknown, that point in wanting to be child a little more and needing to grow older. With child's heart and adult's thoughts. Maybe this is what everyone calls "to be a teenager", to be in war with one self not knowing what path to follow, learning what is to live and making clear what our success will be. Maybe leaving the safety and encouraging into unknown will make me grow up.
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The Silver Linings
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Sweet readings
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Who wants to study with such good company?
¿Quién quiere estudiar con tan buena compañía?
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Cold morning. Coffee. A cupcake. And Differential Ecuations.
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En que momento se concibió la idea de que el amor es reemplazable? No hablo de relaciones de una semana o de tres meses. Mucho menos de relaciones auto destructivas. Eso no es amor. Me refiero a esas relaciones que han durado años y de miles de momentos compartidos, de una intimidad compartida. Creer que el amor es reemplazable es el origen de no querer solucionar los problemas, creer que el amor no es tu talla y que puedes encontrar otro… No dudo que encuentren otra persona pero me pregunto si estarán satisfechos o al final ese amor tampoco es su talla.
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So I went crazy for him... And he was crazy for me. What a couple huh?
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I want my story to be told by many. I want someone to witness my life. I want someone to remember what I've forgot. I want someone to read my story and feel touched by it
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Before...
One day I realized I was changing, in several aspects. Every minute count down by the clock I was a different person from who I used to be the minute before. But... My life wasn't changing. And it was frustating...
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After 14 years of being a reader I’ve noticed I have some not written rules:
Never use highlighters on books
Never write on books
Never fold the pages of a book
As well I’ve adquired some habits:
I enjoy my books with a good coffee or a ton of gummy bears
I like to talk about what I learn from a book with my fiancé
I don’t have a favourite place for reading yet, but I like to take advantage of every minute if I have nothing else to do.
I take some time to read in a quiet place an read by myself.
Read it twice, one for enjoying it and one for point out quotes.
Buy books as gifts two weeks earlier for have time and read it.
In 14 years I’ve made some mistakes as a reader:
Stop the reading because I thought was boring
Choose a book because its cover (a cliche)
Started reading a book because everyone else had read it
Judge someone because of the book on her/his hands or because her/his reading habits.
Tell my fiancé I hated to use highlighters on books
And I have goals:
Read many books in a foreing language.
Have an enormous collection in home.
Become a writer.
Have my own library.
Have a register of the books I’ve read.
What habits, rules and goals do you have as a reader?
Do you regret of anything you’ve done as a reader?
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I won’t sit down and do nothing while you are falling apart.
I made a vow... I won’t let you down. I won’t let you fall.
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